"Ah..."
Amid a shrill scream, Eldest Son Tu Jinggao's body suddenly went rigid as a tree. The next instant, violent convulsions bent him to the limit like a boiled shrimp.
A puddle had already gathered beneath him—sweat mixed with urine from his incontinence.
As his body convulsed violently, Tu Jinggao's form rapidly shifted between the Fox Clan's true form and human shape. The excruciating pain was already making it difficult for him to maintain his human form.
Ye Zhen eased off slightly, giving Tu Jinggao several dozen breaths to recover and stabilize his human appearance.
This kind of torment, inflicted upon both body and soul, was like a bowstring—it could not be drawn too tight. If it was pulled too taut, once the string snapped, the person would either die or become completely numb.
Only by loosening and tightening it in turns could this pain be magnified to the utmost extreme—an extreme that drove one to despair.
"Little Demon, give our Eldest Son Tu another dose. Let Eldest Son Tu enjoy himself properly again."
"No..."
"Don't!" The moment Ye Zhen's words fell, Eldest Son Tu Jinggao, still half-unconscious, suddenly let out a hoarse shout.
After drawing a breath and licking his severely dehydrated, cracked lips, Tu Jinggao stared fearfully at the pale-red blade of grass swaying before him like a venomous snake. In a raspy voice, he nodded. "I'll talk. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything!"
A cold glint flashed across Ye Zhen's lips.
To be fair, Tu Jinggao was half a tough man. Under the torment of Ye Zhen's Soul Binding Technique and Little Demon's strange poison, he had stubbornly endured for over half an hour before finally yielding.
The strange poison that Tu Jinggao feared so deeply was the toxin of a